Sordid selfishness doth contract and narrow our benevolence, and cause us, like serpents, to infold ourselves within ourselves, and to turn out our stings to the entire world besides.

Mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.

There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.

Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.

Wounds sustained for the sake of conscience carry their own balsam with the blow.